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It was over before Adaine even knew what happened, a blast of radiant energy ripping the Tiefling off the ground and sending them thirty feet backwards. Without thinking, Adaine cast her Furious Fists spell at the highest-level spell slot she had left and sent her fist into the enemy's gut, the fresh corpse mimicking the flight of her best friend.
As soon as Adaine finished off the final enemy, the rest of her party rushed into post-battle activities. The first order of business was reviving their fallen comrade. As Kristen darted over to her friend's still-warm corpse, she pulled a perfectly cut diamond and placed it on Fig’s chest above her heart. Casting the now familiar Revivify, a cloud of purple mist took hold over the Tiefling's body. Most of the Bad Kids sighed in relief, knowing that Fig should be back up soon. But something was different this time—the diamond did not sink into her chest, and her heart did not start beating. Instead, the diamond turned jet black, and the purple mist turned red and faded.
“Kristen, what happened? Why isn't she breathing? You cast the spell, right?” asked the shaking voice of Adaine, each word seeming to catch in the back of her throat.
“I... I did cast it,” breathed Kristen in response. “Let me try again... I can try a more powerful spell.”
With those words, she pulled her spare diamond out of her pack, swiping the now-black gem off Fig’s chest and replacing it with the fresh one.
“This one has to work,” Kristen said with an edge of confidence and a bit of doubt.
Kristen closed her eyes, gripped her staff in one hand, and raised the other towards Fig’s corpse.
“Just a warning, this one takes about an hour to cast, so get comfortable,” were Kristen's last words before her eyes snapped open, glowing with power, and a purple mist surrounded the Saint of Doubt and the Archdevil. As the mist gathered, Kristen spoke the first words of her spell, “Dea, audi uocem meam, adiuva labentis animam.”